The heavy snowfall that had lasted all night finally came to a stop at dawn.
From afar, everything was blanketed in silver.
Although it was still quite early, the diligent shadow guards in the courtyard had already taken up their brooms and begun clearing the snow.
Though the snow had stopped, the temperature continued to drop. Open your mouth even slightly, and a puff of White Mist would appear before your eyes.
When Bai Zhi got out of bed and came down to the First Floor Hall, he discovered that there had already been activity in the kitchen for quite some time. Looking over in mild confusion, he found two figures standing before the stove.
"Senior Student, you're up? Just wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."
Sensing his arrival, Ye Ran'er, an apron tied around her waist, turned around and gave him a sweet smile.
"...Breakfast will be ready soon."
After glancing sideways at Wan Ci beside her, Dead Zero fell silent for a moment before awkwardly echoing those words.
A few minutes later, two steaming bowls of noodles with utterly different appearances were placed before Bai Zhi.
Bai Zhi: "..."
...It was an exceptionally difficult breakfast for Bai Zhi.
The noodles Ye Ran'er had made were all right. They could not compare to Mu Qiansè's, but they still tasted fairly good.
Dead Zero, on the other hand, rarely cooked in the first place. Not only did the noodles she made look utterly miserable, their taste was equally horrifying.
The first bite was undercooked, the next was burnt. One mouthful was bland as water, the next was packed with enough salt to choke on... It truly encompassed all the Hundred Flavors of life.
The key was that, judging from the microexpressions on Dead Zero's face, Bai Zhi realized